A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Intzaar Kahte Hai

इंकार को इकरार कहते हे
Life
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of

Love Love
When I look back at times

I find you winking at me
making something stir inside

You

What I've Learned at School
At school I’ve learned a lot of things
I really like to do,
like running in the hallway<

ab dost bahut yaad ate hai

मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्

SANSAR CHALAY BETHE HAIN

क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की

सब आप बता

On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer

Farz hai jo umar bhar nibhana hai

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का

ये राज है सदा

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

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I have one too many personalities,

I don't know which one is me,

So if I'm nice a

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